no, buzen's right. if itsuki has to be in a dream... then he'd rather it be a nice one, with the sword he loves. he moves along easily enough at the yank, but he brings his hands up again to cradle the sides of buzen's face]
I said so, didn't I? ...When it comes to dreams, I'm confident that I can protect you.
[he leans in, pressing his forehead against his. the smoke, thick as it is, lessening -- somehow? the dark paling to a gray, then dissipating]
You're not there any more, Buzen. You came home, remember? [...] Come back to me.
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no, buzen's right. if itsuki has to be in a dream... then he'd rather it be a nice one, with the sword he loves. he moves along easily enough at the yank, but he brings his hands up again to cradle the sides of buzen's face]
I said so, didn't I? ...When it comes to dreams, I'm confident that I can protect you.
[he leans in, pressing his forehead against his. the smoke, thick as it is, lessening -- somehow? the dark paling to a gray, then dissipating]
You're not there any more, Buzen. You came home, remember? [...] Come back to me.